#18×2 beyond youthful days

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FILMS in 2024: 59 | 18×2 Beyond Youthful Days 青春18×2 君へと続く道 (2024) — dir. Fujii Michihito     

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18x2 Beyond Youthful Days (2024) dir. Fujii Michihito

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18×2 Beyond Youthful Days / 青春18×2 君へと続く道 (2024)

He's a Taiwanese man of culture.

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jeon jungkook fics that had me going feral

hi guys, here's a part 2 to my favorite jjk fics on tumblr! note that many of these fics contain 18+ content. you are responsible for the content you consume! as always, if you enjoyed any of these fics as much as i did, please take a moment to send some love to the authors! part 1 | other bts members

➺ cold nights & blurred lines - by @awrkive

summary: jungkook and you have been in a sexual relationship with each other for four months now, and it’s casual for the most part. but as time passes, you can’t help but feel that some of the lines suddenly got blurred in the process. is it a cliché to blur the lines with your fuck buddy? it definitely is. will you do something about it? both of your emotional constipation have a hard time saying yes.

➺ night crawlers - by @alphabetboyluvr

summary: jungkook’s always been good at running. track, field, red lights, shit outta luck. drugs, now, too. but he doesn’t expect to run into you. in your shared lecture halls, sure. maybe. but not down the back alleys of daerim at ass o’clock in the morning. there are only three types of women he ever sees in daerim: hookers, sugar-babies and addicts. you aren't any of those; you're a trust-fund baby who can get percocet on private repeat prescription, if you really want it. he's sure of it. so it then further begs the question: why the fuck are you here?

➺ this is how you fall in love - by @jeonqkooks

summary: after years of drinking and clubbing most days of the week and leaving every gig with a different girl on his arm, jungkook feels what it’s like to want someone with his entire being.

➺ the dilf installments - by @mercurygguk

summary: this series follows jungkook’s life as a divorced father. but wait, how exactly does one balance being a father, a boyfriend, a friend, and a respectable boss at the same time? read the installments below to find out!

➺ ultimatum - by @parkmuse

summary: your pervy, idiotic boyfriend just so happens to also be your friendly neighborhood Spider-man (in bed).

➺ a hero's journey - by @hansolmates

summary: jungkook and jisoo are the mightiest power couple. however, one drunken confession and that whole facade fades in an instant. you realize that maybe you need to break from your unvaried life for a bit and be the hero of your own love story

➺ tempest - by @kooktrash

summary: you’ve always considered your life to be more mundane than you would like to admit. it was a constant cycle of the same things over and over again that when you meet jeon jungkook at a bar, of all places, you didn’t expect to see just how much he would change your life and those around you. he’s got an air of mystery around him with his charming good looks and a violent past that you slowly begun to unravel when it feels like everything is going perfect.

➺ by its cover - by @gimmesumsuga

summary: the one where Jungkook makes a horrifically bad first impression.

➺ slow dancing - by @yoonia

summary: when your countdown appeared on your wrist right in the morning of your eighteenth birthday, you had thought that perhaps the universe was on your side, especially since the final seconds were already ticking so soon. You just never expected to have your first meeting with your soulmate to be the day when you had to let him go. But hope was not lost when you still found love without the bond, and Jungkook showed you that it was possible to find happiness beyond the system that was written for you. Except that the universe doesn’t seem to have enough of its game, when your past sacrifice comes back hitting you straight in the face, just when you had believed that you had written off the perfect ending to your bittersweet tale.

➺ e s p r e s s o - by @joonberriess

➺ hold me closer - by @ahundredtimesover

summary: when you're asked to look after your parents' house and meet them before they go on vacation, you, Jimin, and Jungkook take the trip to your hometown of Busan and relive memories of your youth. While your new relationship has you feeling like a lovesick teenager with all the affection that Jungkook shows you, you're still you - a professional trying to make it in the corporate world, and an eldest child trying not to disappoint her parents. And that turns out to be your undoing, as a little blunder causes a rift between you and Jungkook, resulting in a trip that you might as well have messed up… Not if your brother can help it, though.

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Greg Hsu 許光漢 in 18×2 Beyond Youthful Days (2024) dir. Fujii Michihito

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(18+ somewhere randomly near the end bc my pussy took over) it is currently 2:57am and while i was writing an upcoming fic, i suddenly thought of nanami, as your underclassman at jujutsu high... not proofread (possibly incoherent) i am sorry i finished at 5am

he's two years younger than you, but he's been enamoured by you since he spoke to you back when he was sixteen on your eighteenth birthday, hosted at gojo's condo.

almost everyone was drunk, courtesy of shoko managing to get her hands on bottles of tequila and vodka. you were barely tispy, finding a completely sober nanami stuck to a wall with his eyebrows pulled together. he doesn't like it here. he wants to go home. but this is what being a teenager is like... right?

through flashing lights and loud music, you told him that cherishing your youth goes beyond what he's seeing before his eyes.

with you being a third year, he rarely saw you at the school. up close, he realizes how beautiful you are and that your perfume suits you so well.

"being a child is just fine," you say, as if you aren't only two years older. "you have your whole life to experience partying."

you end up outside on the balcony, talking all night about anything and everything.

and nanami learns, at sixteen, what uncontrollably clammy hands feel like, stuttering over simple words and the desperation for more of your presence.

since that night, he looks for you on campus when you are between missions. in the beginning, he couldn't find the courage to start conversation, but slowly, it starts to come to him easy.

over the years, he's seen you introduce your older boyfriends to your friends. he's also seen you get your heartbroken because the men that you chose to love were straight up losers.

what is he to do? clearly, you have a type and it's not him. although, he is confident he can treat you far better.

you like dark hair and tattoos, "manly" looking men but they don't even hold the door for you. what the hell is wrong with you? nanami swears, if he was yours, you'd never look back.

nanami is freshly nineteen, listening to you talk to shoko and utahime about how relationships are no longer worth your time. something inside of him feels disgusting because you're pouring your heart out and god, he just thinks you're so beautiful.

when he confesses to you for the first time, he is twenty-one and it's winter. it's been three years since your last relationship and you haven't pursued another since. he knows it's a long shot, but he goes for it anyways.

you smile, hand on his arm, "you deserve better than me, kento. but thank you, truly. i'm flattered you think of me so highly."

nanami raises a brow, "who doesn't?"

you're halfway into your door, smiling sadly. "you'd be surprised."

six months later, you're in cahoots with a horrible man and nanami thinks he's going to go bald early. why do you do this to yourself????

since his confession, he's tried to be mindful so he doesn't make you uncomfortable. but in the most friendship way possible, he tries to show you there are men (meaning: him, he is best fit for you) that are willingly to love you the way you deserve (him).

you, on the other hand, are biting your nails as far as you can, you cannot be catching feelings for nanami kento? you've never seen him in a romantic light, even after he confessed, but recently there has to be something poisonous in the air.

you blocked that douchebag two days ago because talking to him makes you feel disgusting. but you think you might unblock him to save nanami.

nanami cannot be yours, sure he's younger than you and you swore you would never date a younger man because they're so "immature", but nanami is a good... mature person. he is honest and hardworking, growing into his features and in turn, becoming more handsome as the years go by.

you'd be lying if you weren't jealous thinking about the woman that he would call his one day.

you think it's for the better. nanami cannot get caught up with your antics. he's really only seen the good sides and the thought of him seeing your bad sides makes you nauseous. he'd hate you, for sure. then what would you do?

but it doesn't matter, you don't even like him like that! but he's such a good friend you can't fathom the thought of ruining your friendship.

but what if he gets a girlfriend? you're pacing back and forth in your living room, obviously you can't be close with him anymore because that is just so suspicious.

oh my god. you're spiralling.

what do you do? you call nanami.

you tell him everything and more, that you're sorry, that you might be confused but your gut is telling you otherwise. you cry on the phone to him because you're at a loss and you feel so guilty.

nanami does not say a word or make a sound.

until, you hear a knock on your door through the phone and in real life.

"will you let me see you?" he asks, desperate. "i need to see you."

"you had me waiting for so long." he mutters, hips swinging into yours. he has you in a mating press, forehead pressed against yours. "am i making you feel good, beautiful? tell me."

you nod, legs quivering at his sides. "you're so good—i.. i think i'm gonna cum again!"

he shushes you, kissing you so deeply your mind goes blank. he starts thrusting harder and your mind is so mushy you can't even kiss him back. nanami groans, this can't be real. you feel so good that he might get addicted.

he can't let you go now that he's had a taste. he's not letting you go.

you love him. you told him in a panic over the phone.

you love him.

he needs you wholeheartedly and even though he had to wait almost eight years, he would gladly wait another eight years because if it's not you, it's no one. over the years he's loved you one-sidedly, he did a lot of thinking.

a silly high school crush ended up swallowing him whole. he was searching for you in all the blind dates gojo made him go on because gojo was convinced he was cooked and that you would not like him back.

so to see gojo's jaw dropping when you kissed nanami on the lips in the jujutsu tech courtyard, made his heart swell.

he was always yours.

you think that maybe, you've loved nanami for longer than you've thought.

"thanks for waiting for me." you breathe, "i'll make you happy."

nanami smiles, "you will always make me happy."

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Itoshi Sae Profile from Egoist Bible Vol.2 (2024)

"Only the idiots who can keep up will get to see what comes next."

Team: Japan U-20 National Team

Position: Offensive Midfielder (OMF)

Weapons: World class kicking accuracy, world class technique, world class tactical vision, and world class physical ability.

Birthdate: October 10th.

Age: 18 (Third year high school)

Zodiac sign: Libra.

Birthplace: Kanagawa Prefecture (Kamakura City)

Family structure: Father, mother, himself, younger brother.

Height: 180 cm.

Foot size: 26.5 cm.

Blood type: A.

Previous team before he returned to Japan: Re Ale Youth FC.

Dominant foot: Left.

Favorite Soccer Player: Álvaro Recoba. "The left-footed player who creates a rainbow on the pitch."*

Age started playing soccer: 1 years old. "Before I knew it, I was already playing soccer."

Nickname: Treasure of Japan.

Strengths: Being able to see things objectively. "I'm often told that I'm a dry person but who cares."

Weaknesses: I don't know anything except about soccer. "Don't live like this, you guys."

Favorite food: Salted kombucha. "Because I can return back to zero."**

Disliked food: French fries. "It's so delicious that I could die, but it's also so unhealthy that I could die."

Best rice accompaniment: Salted kelp. "They don't have it in Spain so I got it sent from my parents' home."

Hobby: Analyzing data of soccer players and teams. "It's nice to see things visualized as numbers."

Favorite season: The end of summer. "I feel like the whole world has become lonely."

Favorite show: Chibi Maruko-chan. "It reminds me of my parents' home."

Favorite music: Suisei by Tofubeats feat. Seira Kariya. "I listen it to cool down."

Favorite movie: Taxi Driver. "This De Niro guy is the coolest."

Favorite manga: Gegege no Kitaro.

Character color: Azuki Red.

Favorite animal: Seagull. "I like migratory birds that don't stay in one place."

Favorite brands: All the brands that sponsor me. "They have good eyes for betting on me."

Best subjects: No idea because I didn't really pay attention in class and only focused on soccer. "I've never seen my report card."

Fetish: Butt. "You can tell an athlete's ability by the shape of their butt."

What makes you happy: A play beyond my imagination.

What makes you sad: Being forced to carry the weight of Japanese soccer on my shoulders. "Yes, I'm talking about you guys."

The first time someone confessed to you: I don't even remember which one was the first time, dumbass.

Last year's valentine day chocolates: Around 2.000. "My manager told me."

Sleep time: 8 hours. (7 hours+1 hour nap)

Where do you wash first in the bath?: Bangs' hairline.

Mushroom or Bamboo shoots?: Depending on the mood.

What made you cry recently?: Why would I tell you, idiot.

At what age did you stop receiving presents from Santa?: 10 years old.***

What did you ask for a Christmas present from Santa?: My undiscovered talent.

What would you do on your last day on earth?: Give the world's best striker the world's best pass.

What would you do if you received 100 million yen?: I'm not interested. It's just a small change.

What do you do on your days off?: Gazing at the sea.

What would you be doing if you hadn’t discovered soccer?: Living a normal, happy life. Maybe my personality wouldn't have turned out like this.

Who is your favorite historical figure?: Copernicus. He was the man who overturned the world’s common knowledge.

If you could only bring one thing to a deserted island, what would it be?: No need. I’d live the way I wanted without any rules.

Where would you go if you had a time machine, to the past or the future?: Not interested in either. I have no pointless expectations or regrets for my future or my past. Just live in the moment. You guys are so tepid. 

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World-class Offensive Midfielder With Boundless Parameters

Aiming to become the best midfielder in the world, Sae is a super player with the complete package of mind, technique, and physique. Isagi’s best play which he pulled off with “reflex” was stopped with just a light tackle. He killed The Direct Shot flawlessly, showing the big difference between the two.****

He’s Only Interested In Blue Lock! The One He Chose Was Shidou?

Sae was only interested in Blue Lock and paid no attention to his younger brother Rin or the U-20 Japan National Team. The world he sees and the place he aims for are clearly different from those of the U-20 National Team. Sae chose Shidou from Blue Lock as his teammate. With a series of super plays, they managed to corner Blue Lock.

The reason for Sae's sudden change... What on earth happened in Spain!?

Sae went to Spain and promised his younger brother Rin that he’d become “The Best Striker In The World”. However, when he returned home four years later, his attitude had changed completely . He declared that he would become “The Best Midfielder In The World” instead and pushed Rin away, calling him "tepid".*****

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Sae's Ranking on "Best 3 of Everything: Players seriously voted each!"

1. Ranked #1 The Best at Crossing (Centering)

Hiori’s commentary: "Well, all of Itoshi Sae’s kicks are perfectly designed. I admire him."

2. Ranked #2 The Most Likely To Succeed As Coach

3. Ranked #1 Who Doesn't Cry Easily

Aryu’s commentary: "If Itoshi Sae were to cry, it would be when he became the world’s best. That would be the moment of ultimate styl."******

4. Ranked #1 The Least Family-oriented person

Isagi’s commentary: "If you look at those two, you would assume so. But if they really hate each other… It means that they also think about each other."

5. Ranked #2 The Most Likely To Thrive In The Sengoku Period

6. Ranked #2 The Most Leader-like (or has the qualities of a leader)

7. Ranked #3 Longest Eyelashes

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Notes:

*Álvaro Recoba (El Chino) is a midfielder from Uruguay known for his "rainbow-like" curved kicks.

**Return back to zero=being refreshed.

***In early 2021 twitter Q&A, he said he stopped getting Christmas presents when Rin stopped believing in Santa. His answer is revised in Egoist Bible to just "10 years old."

****The original sentence is “...a super player who possesses everything– mind, technique and physique (心技体)”. 心技体 or Shingitai refers to the three qualities an athlete must have: 心 is heart/mind, 技 is technique/skill, 体 is body/physique/strength. It is said that an athlete needs 3 of them to succeed. If they only have the right mind and skills but not the body to support them… well you’ll know what will happen!  So from our understanding Shingitai is an ‘inseparable set’. We translated it as a “complete package” to let you know that those 3 qualities are inseparable!

*****Here the word used is 突き放す (tsukihanasu). Tsukihanasu is 'to push away', to push someone (or something) away and make them leave. It can also refer to an attitude of  treating someone without love, sympathy, or emotions. Please check my notes on Rin’s profile page, because there is a connection!

******What Aryu originally said isファ イナリーオシャ final osha. "The moment where Itoshi Sae finally cried would be the moment of ultimate/final styl.” is most likely what he meant! We personally think ‘ultimate styl’ had more feel than ‘final styl’ (?), that’s why we went with ultimate osha!

Check Sae's profile from the first volume of Egoist Bible here!

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INTERVIEW

NI-KI: “Moments like that make me think I was born to do this”

ENHYPEN ‘ROMANCE : UNTOLD -daydream-’ 컴백 인터뷰

2024.11.18

NI-KI is turning his long-held dream into reality. And in the process, he’s discovering the unique style of singing, dancing, and everything else that defines him.

Your ASMR’s becoming really popular. (laughs)

NI-KI: Really? That’s good to hear. (laughs) I honestly didn’t expect it. I’m glad it’s not just ENGENE but ASMR fans who enjoy it, too. I never thought it would get such a good response. (laughs)

You use items from around your room when you do ASMR that reflect your personal style. Is home decor something you’re into?

NI-KI: I’ve always liked decorating things. Once I got my own room, I picked out the furniture and decor, and spent some time researching designs to try and make it a comfortable place to hang out. I don’t really like bright spaces, so I bought a lamp with a warm light to make my room feel darker. It makes watching movies a really immersive experience. (laughs) I always watch movies that line up with our concepts whenever we’re about to have a comeback. For the latest album, I watched 18×2 Beyond Youthful Days to explore the emotion of love.

What about it resonated with you?

NI-KI: The female lead is Japanese, and the male lead is Taiwanese, and there are times where they struggle to communicate with each other because of the language barrier. I had similar issues communicating when I first came to Korea since I’m Japanese. I could relate to the challenge of getting to know someone under difficult circumstances, too.

On that note, what do you see as the message behind your new single, “No Doubt”?

NI-KI: Being in love can make you worry or feel anxious, but when you’ve been together a long time, there’s trust there, too. I approached it with that sense of trust in mind. Even though we have no choice but to be apart from ENGENE at times, we trust each other after coming this far together. When I was practicing, I had my mind on that reassurance that we love each other. I tend to sing in this really breathy way, so it felt natural expressing those emotions. The song’s also got a lot of low notes, so I felt like it was a good fit for me. (laughs)

Where do you place your focus when recording vocals to really bring out your vocal strengths?

NI-KI: I spent a lot of time thinking about how best to bring out my voice when singing in the low to mid-range. I don’t like it when my voice sounds even the tiniest bit like it’s not me, so even if they say it’s okay, I still ask to do it again. Every one of us has to find our own signature sound. I’ve become determined over the years to come up with my own style for singing and dancing that nobody but I can do. I might not be great when it comes to high notes, but being able to hit low notes like I do is a plus by itself. It means my voice sounds soothing when I sing ballads and things, and I can also add a lot of oomph to harder ones like hip hop songs, which is another strength of mine.

You also brought your signature carefree vibe to the “No Doubt” choreography.

NI-KI: The song has sexy, stylish, sophisticated choreography. I believe a song’s message should always be reflected through facial expressions and movements. I put a lot of thought into the facial expressions, like how I frown on the words, “you’re my answer,” and I focused on dancing softly at a controlled pace since it’s a chill track. ENHYPEN’s going into our fifth year now, and I hope people can feel the difference in how much sexier we are after five years. (laughs) Everyone in the group brings something unique to their parts, so I hope people enjoy watching it.

What’s the most important point to consider for a perfect performance?

NI-KI: Personally, I find what I do with my head is super important. It’s what makes the performance feel dynamic and energetic. I practically use a full can of hairspray to hold my hair in place for concerts. Even if I use that much spray to give myself bankkan bangs [down over one side of the forehead, slicked back on the other], by the time we get to the end, it’s turned into deommeo bangs [covering the whole forehead]. (laughs) And when ENGENE cheers really loudly or gets me excited, I start ad-libbing without realizing it, which is really weird but cool. I don’t even plan it in advance—it just comes to me on the spot, like, How about I try this? Moments like that are so amazing that they make me think I was born to do this.

You did some old-school hip hop for the STUDIO CHOOM Artist Of The Month series, and it was really fascinating to see a different side of you from when you’re with ENHYPEN.

NI-KI: One of the backup dancers was my hip hop dance instructor back when I was a trainee. It was a little weird. I wanted to show how much I’ve improved since my trainee days, and all the feelings I had when I first fell in love with dance came back to me—like I was a trainee again. (laughs) Back then, I was absolutely determined to debut. It was do or die. So I approached Artist Of The Month with the same kind of determination, looking at it like my first and last chance—like I couldn’t not take the opportunity to show people an image that’s uniquely me. And anyway, I was there representing ENHYPEN, so I felt I had to do a good job. That’s why I insisted on doing hip hop. Thankfully, everything I wanted to do was incorporated into it, and I’m truly grateful and happy with the high-quality result.

I heard you had a lot of input on everything from the outfits to the choice of song, choreography, camera angles, and lighting.

NI-KI: I always watch a lot of videos of dancers doing choreography and at competitions. Not only are they amazing at making choreography, but they have great fashion sense and even work on the lighting. Watching stuff like that made me want to get actively involved in making content. Actually, I was busy with so many different things when the request came in, so part of me was worried, but once I got started, it was a ton of fun. I reviewed my dancing so much because I wanted everything to be perfect right from the outset, so now I have tons of videos of me practicing on my phone. We shot 14 hours’ worth of footage—long enough to fly to the US and back. (laughs) But it was so fantastic that sometimes I fantasize about going back to that time. I still watch that video.

You have a well-documented interest in fashion, and your old-school 1980s fashion in that video is really attention-grabbing.

NI-KI: I thought it was a good fit for the choreo. There’s so many styles of dance from the ’80s and ’90s that are still legendary even today, so we talked a lot about wanting choreography that would fit the outfits while getting ready for Artist Of The Month. I gave them some ideas on how I could dress in a way that would both make me stand out and look good with dancers dressed in the classic ’80s matchup of baggy jeans with Timberland boots. I was in constant talks with the visual team and I think we managed to find a good style.

Your outfit at the ‘WALK THE LINE’ IN GOYANG sound check got people talking, too. You seem to be good at pulling off unique fashion choices.

NI-KI: At some point, I started wanting to dress well at sound checks and places like airports, even when I’m just wearing regular clothes. I wanted to show ENGENE that I can dress well, so I’ve been studying up on my own and talking it over with the styling team. I search through popular magazines and fashion archives for fits and tones I can pull off. But finding clothes I truly love is hard. (laughs) I’m really into clothes with patches lately. What I’m wearing right now has patches. I searched really hard to find it, so I love it all the more. I love it.

There are many points in your concerts where teamwork shines through, like at the ‘WALK THE LINE’ IN GOYANG show, where you playfully teased SUNOO during “Your Eyes Only,” and encouraged JAY with a “you can do it!” during the encore.

NI-KI: When I’m at a concert, I lower my guard. I bounce around when things get exciting, feel close to the rest of the group, joke around when I feel like it. (laughs) I’ve had ENGENE tell me lately, “All you want to show anymore is your cool side!” But that’s not true. I want to be a cool guy, obviously, but I don’t like forcing a fake look. ENGENE seems to like it more when I’m emotionally open during our own concerts. They still see me as a little kid. Oh well. Can’t be helped. (laughs)

But you do have a serious side. After the FATE PLUS tour, you wrote on Weverse, “Thanks to the rest of the group, the seven of us can overcome anything. I’m extremely thankful for them.”

NI-KI: I want us all to do a good job and make it together. I think the reason we’ve made it this far is because we all make up for each other’s shortcomings. I have a lot to be thankful for. There was plenty to worry about when we first started getting ready for concerts and tense moments, but the more we’ve worked together, the more things seem possible. They’ve all been a huge source of strength for me just by quietly taking care of me and being there by my side. I felt too embarrassed to say it out loud, but on the inside, I depended on them. I want to do whatever I’m able to and help them out whenever they need it. I’m really proud of all the hard work we put into our concerts and what we make in the end, and I’m glad ENHYPEN loves it just as much.

Come to think of it, you’re the same age now as HEESEUNG was during the Mnet series I-LAND and as SUNGHOON, JAKE, and JAY were for BORDER: CARNIVAL. (laughs)

NI-KI: Heheh… At the time, I wanted to hurry up and be an adult like them so I could pull off every concept like them. That might just sound like I was saying “I wanna grow up!” but what I really wanted was to have a competitive edge as an artist. (laughs)

You became an adult this year. How have things felt different since then?

NI-KI: My personality’s changed a lot. Even as recently as the year after we debuted I was still really extroverted, but I’ve calmed down a lot since then. And I feel like I’ve really grown since I can assess different situations with an objective eye. I used to follow along with whatever other people wanted me to do, but I’m a lot more driven and proactive now. I’m happy with that since who I am now feels like the real Nishimura Riki. I’m in the process of showing my true colors.

In your debut interview, you said that being onstage at the Tokyo Dome for a SHINee concert made you determined to “be the one on that stage someday.” What was it like returning to the Tokyo Dome?

NI-KI: I got really emotional. Riding the lift by myself and looking out from the stage, I saw the same view from when I was a kid dancer for SHINee. I could even see my parents looking at me and smiling. I tried to hold it in all the way to the end, but once I got to “BLOSSOM,” I couldn’t hold back anymore. It confirmed to me that all my hard work had been worth it, and that was extremely moving for me. I was overjoyed. It was one of the single most memorable performances I’ve ever put on. It made me hope that ENGENE feels the same way as I do at all our concerts. I still get sentimental when I watch videos from that day.

Is that why you’re always saying that you want to repay ENGENE by putting on even better performances for them?

NI-KI: Yes, because performing onstage is, in my opinion, the most important part of my job, and what I strive to do best at. I believe that doing my very best onstage and sending good vibes their way is how I can return the love ENGENE gives me.

You can’t see love with your eyes, but I think it’s visible to ENGENE thanks to all your effort. Are there moments for you, too, where you almost feel you can see ENGENE’s love in concert?

NI-KI: While on tour, I saw deaf ENGENE in the audience signing with their friends. They might not be able to hear our music, but they still came to enjoy our concert. And isn’t that true love? That’s something I was able to feel and experience because we had the opportunity to meet so many ENGENE, and that made touring even more special to me. It was like my heart was singing from that moment on.

After the FATE world tour, you wrote on Weverse, “One long journey comes to an end, only for a new one to begin, so I hope you’ll come find us again soon.” In your original Japanese, why did you describe your concerts not using the more common term “tour” but instead using the word “journey”?

NI-KI: For me, that whole experience added up to a journey. Visiting all those cities, regions, countries, feeling the culture unique to each place, trying the food only available there, breathing in their air, meeting all the people… That’s what makes tours so exciting. I had such a wonderful time getting to see so many ENGENE during that, so I wrote “journey.”

What kind of “journeys” do you hope to have with ENGENE in the future?

NI-KI: A journey held together by a strong bond. (laughs) I want to work hard at what I love, take good care of ENGENE, and be with them for a long time. And I want to stay true to myself—not put up a facade, just be genuine. So I’m living my best life and giving it my all so I won’t have any regrets later on. Even if I can’t change the past, I can still shape the future through my actions.

[bluelocksource]

Itoshi Sae’s trivia (source: twt & Egoist Bible 1 & 2).

"I'll see with my own eyes what kind of FW (idiot) will be born in Japan." (EB1)

"I'll show the next view only to the fools who can keep up." (EB2)

☆ Weapons: Kick accuracy, skills, tactical awareness, and physical ability—all at world-class level. (EB2)

☆ Character's colour: Adzuki bean color (reddish-brown).

☆ Nickname: ‘Japan’s Treasure’.

☆ Birthday: 10th October.

☆ Current age: 18 (3rd year of high school)

☆ Zodiac: Libra.

☆ Birthplace: Kamakura City, Kanagawa Prefecture.

☆ Family: Mother. Father. Himself. Younger brother.

☆ Current height: 180 cm.

☆ Foot size: 26.5 cm

☆ Dominant foot: Left foot.

☆ Blood type: A.

☆ Starts playing football: At age 1. “Before I knew it, I was playing soccer.”

☆ Team before returning to Japan: RE・ALE (レ・アール) Youth FC.

☆ Favorite food/drink: Salted kelp tea (shio-kombucha). “Because I can go back to 0.” (meaning he feels refreshed after drinking it)

☆ Disliked food: French fries. “It’s deadly delicious but it’s deadly to my health.”

☆ Favorite animal: Seagulls. “I like migratory birds that doesn’t stay in one place.”

☆ Favorite season: At the end of summer. "It seems that the world is starting to get lonesome."

☆ Favorite football player: Álvaro Recoba. “The left footer that casts a rainbow (perfect curve) on the pitch.” (Sae was referring to Alvaro quotes: “If today's game is on a rainy pitch, I'll draw a rainbow with my left foot.”. Álvaro is known for his curling-free-kick.)

☆ Favorite music: ‘Mercury’ by tofubeats ft. Seira Kariya. “I listen to this to cool down.”

☆ Favorite manga: Gegege no Kitaro.

☆ Favorite movie: Taxi Driver. “This De Niro is the coolest.”

☆ Favorite TV show: Chibi Maruko-chan. “It reminds me of home.”

☆ Favorite brand: “All of my sponsors. They know they're not crazy for betting on me, they have good eyes.”

☆ Hobby: Analysing data of football players and teams. “It’s easier to see the numbers in visualized data.”

☆ Mushroom shoots vs Bamboo shoots: “Depends on the mood.”

☆ What goes best with rice : Salted kelp (shio-kombu). “They don’t have it in Brazil, so I asked my parents back home to send some here.”

☆ What makes him happy: “A play beyond my imagination.”

☆ What makes him upset: Being forced to carry Japanese soccer on his back. “I’m talking about you guys.”

☆ What he thinks his strength is: He has flat ways looking at things. (meaning he look at things objectively) "People often calls me dry**, but who cares?"

☆ What he thinks his weakness is: The fact that he doesn’t know anything else other than soccer. “You guys shouldn’t live this way.”

☆ Favorite/Best subject: “I don’t know since I’ve only focus on soccer and didn’t pay attention in classes.”

☆ What made him cry recently: “Like I'd tell you, idiot.”

☆ Usual sleeping time: 8 hours (7 hours sleeping + 1 hour nap)

☆ Place he washes first when taking a bath: His bangs’ hairline.

☆ Fixation: Buttocks. “You’ll know an athlete's ability by the shape of their buttocks.”

☆ Number of chocolates received from previous Valentine: Around 2000. “That’s what my manager told me.”

☆ The first time he got confessed to: “I don’t remember which one was the first, octopus.” (here, octopus is just an insult like 'idiot' or 'fool', etc.)

☆ What will he do if received 100 million yen: “I’m not interested in such small amount of money.” “I don't care. It's just pocket change.”

☆ At what age he stops receiving presents from Santa: At age 10.

☆ What was his last wish from Santa: “My own talent that I have yet to discover.”

☆ How he spent his holiday: Gazing at the sea.

☆ What will he do during his last day on Earth: Give the world's best striker the world's best pass.

☆ Favorite historical figure: "Nicolaus Copernicus. A person who overturned the world's common sense."

☆ If he hadn't encountered soccer, what will he be doing: "Probably living a normal, happy life. My personality might not have been like this."

☆ If he could only take one thing to a deserted island, what would it be:  "Nothing. I’ll live freely without rules."

☆ If he had a time machine, would he go to the past or the future: "I’m not interested in either. I won’t have any unnecessary expectations or disappointments about my past or future. Live in the now. You guys are annoying."

Last updated: 31/10/2024

*Not sure about the exact pronounciation but the most of the translation says 'Les Halles'. Updated! (25/7/2024)

Spelling of Sae's team, レ・アール : Left image: RE・ALE. This was from months ago (twt).

Right image: RE・EARL. The left image is from the recent twt :

** In Japan, there are terms called ‘dry person’ & ‘wet person’. ‘Dry person’ is someone who can think rationally without being overwhelmed by emotions and because of their calm demeanor, they are thought to be cold and unapproachable. ‘Wet person’ is the opposite of ‘dry person’.

note: i want to apologize in advance for any mistake made in the translation!

[jdramasource]

18x2 Beyond Youthful Days (2024) dir. Fujii Michihito

[redsamuraiii]

18×2 Beyond Youthful Days / 青春18×2 君へと続く道 (2024)

"Friends we never see again. Scenery we will never visit again. But I'll never forget those moments that leave something in our hearts."

[dazzlingangel]

[loudblonde]

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Male Reader

Summary: Simon and his husband have a fight that makes (Y/N) leave in the middle of the night for a drive, unbeknownst to Simon he gets kidnapped along the way, as Simon rushes to save (Y/N) he discovers many hidden things about his husband that no one was supposed to know.

Disabled reader, wears a leg brace due to a work accident.

Warnings: Cod typical violence, reader with military past, miscomunication, kidnapping, skiing accidents.

word count: 2 K

+18 themes, minors do not interact

Simon placed his glass down harsher then he should, juice spilled over the edge of it. “I am not being reckless.” He said. 

(Y/N) glanced over from where he was cleaning up the kitchen, Simon had cooked so (Y/N) always insisted on cleaning, the other way around applied as well, one cooked one cleaned. 

“You were shot 3 times and are now on leave until you are good enough to go back, one of the bullets missed a main artery by a few millimeters.” (Y/N) didn’t bother hiding the clear anger in his voice. “I could have lost you, Simon.” 

Simon looked away. “I did what I had to, everyone got back safe.” 

“But you didn’t, you would go on the next mission right now if Price called you in, I made my peace with that, I will always wait and you know that but 3 bullets, Simon.” He said. 

Simon winced at the use of his name, (Y/N) rarely ever used his actual name over any shortened version of his name or pet name. “I get you are angry.” 

“Oh do you?” (Y/N) asked as he placed things away. “Because I recall you almost breaking your arm and being sent on forced leave by Price just last month because he was concerned about you.” 

“The mission-” “-wasn’t that bad, I get it, more than you realise. I-” (Y/N) interrupted only to get interrupted himself. “-You don’t know anything about being out in the field, you work a desk job because your youth was filled with spoiled trips to austria to ski in the mountains and you got too reckless as a young adult.” Simon said, not thinking about his words. 

(Y/N) looked down at his leg, the brace on it and how the injury still hurt, it wasn’t that story but not Simon nor Ghost would ever find out about the true reason for it, that mission was classified beyond anything most people would ever see, a mission gone right despite the casualties and soldiers who were forced to retire early, (Y/N) included. 

Seething hot anger flashed through (Y/N) but he took a breath. “I am going for a drive, we need milk.” (Y/N) didn’t look back, knowing Simon, his Simon was already regretting his words, this conversation or rather this fight was far too common for the both of them to have, everytime Simon came home with too bad of an injury or from being too reckless. Price always called him, always told him how the mission had gone.

(Y/N) grabbed his keys and jacket before getting into the car, pulling his injured leg in, it would never fully heal, it would always ache on good days and be too painful to even touch or look at on bad days. He had more bad days than good days. 

(Y/N) drove to the gas station across town, without really needing to, they didn’t even need milk but that was always the excuse, always the reason. (Y/N) usually made some kind of cake with it the next day, if he could walk. 

As (Y/N) excited the car and filled it up, a van pulled up besides his car, on the pump on the other side, he didn’t pay attention, simply finished pumping the gas before he looked to the side where a man was standing with a gun, pointed straight at him. (Y/N) scowled and held his hands up. “If you want my wallet I don’t have one, only my card.” 

“Get in the van, Mister Riley.” Simon and him had gotten married earlier in the year, something small at the courthouse. 

“No.” (Y/N) said as he knew he could take a bullet wound, not that he wanted to. It would drastically decrease his chances of survival. 

He felt a gun pointed at his back. “My partner didn’t say you had a choice.” 

(Y/N)’s eyes widened, he couldn’t handle both with his leg after that drive, it would not end well, he would get killed, but going along with them would also get him hurt. He made a quick decision and nodded. “Alright, please don’t hurt me.” He whimpered, fully satisfied with how convincing it sounded. The men placed a hood over his face and cuffed his hands before putting him in the van and taking off. 

‘Okay, people taken to a secondary location always have a decreased chance of surviving, however they are most likely enemies of Simon who don’t know about me… Depending on how many there are I can get out… hopefully.’ (Y/N) thought as he started fake crying and whimpering, he needed to act scared even if he wasn’t being watched. 

Simon knew something was wrong when half an hour passed and (Y/N) hadn’t come back home, though for the sake of making sure, he waited 10 more minutes before calling his husband, no matter what, no matter how angry (Y/N) always answered, Simon never wanted his past or an enemy catching up again, he couldn’t handle losing more people. Not again, not like his family. 

When it kept ringing and went to voicemail, Simon cursed and called Price. It was picked up quickly. “Ghost, what the hell do you want it near midnight.” Price said. 

“(Y/N) isn’t answering the phone.” 

Price cursed on the other end. “How many minutes since you last saw him?” 

“40 but he should have been back between 10 and 20 minutes ago, we had a fight, Price, I… I was… I can’t…” 

“I know Simon, I will contact Laswall, see what we can do on our end, you can’t do much on your own, you are still injured, so stay steady and have your phone ready.” Price hung up. 

Simon just sat still for hours, staring at his phone before it rung, (Y/N)’s face and toothy smile showed up. Simon lunged at his phone and picked up. “(Y/N) I-” “-I am afraid this isn’t your husband.” A voice interrupted, someone Ghost was too familiar with. 

“What do you want?” Ghost asked. 

“I will send you my7 location where you will show up, alone and unarmed, if you get that pretty little team of yours involved I will slice your husband's throat and send you a video before letting the rats feed on his corpse.” The man said.

Ghost growled. “Fine.” He said. 

“Don’t do it Si!” Ghost could hear in the background of the call only for (Y/N) to cry out in pain. Simon’s blood ran cold as the call hung up. He just needed to get there. 20 minutes passed and he got a location, a factory a few hours out of town. He got into his car and took off, not even thinking to inform the team. 

His emotions were numb and he wasn’t wearing his mask, yet he kept going, he couldn’t stop, if there was ever even a chance of saving (Y/N), of not making the same mistake again, he would take it, he would always take it. Their fight played in his mind over and over again, torturing him as he drove, he vaguely registered the music in the radio as something upbeat. 

It was early morning when he came to the old factory, he vaguely registered the open door and vehicles parked outside as he walked straight up the door and inside, to his shock, bodies upon bodies of people laid spread out as though a fight had broken out, blood covered large areas of the factory floor. His blood turned ice cold as he ran inside, hoping to find (Y/N) alive only to find a chair with robe by the back, loosely tied together, whoever did this underestimated the prisoner. 

Simon pulled his phone out as it began vibrating. He answered. “Ghost here.” 

“... Ghost, come to base, (Y/N) is here… there is something you need to know. He is alive, injured but alive.” 

Simon let go of a deep breath. “I… how did he even get there… car probably, erm, I will get there.” The base was a few hours away. He hung up and drove in silence to the base, barely even registering anything. He was confused but also relieved, the only man he had ever loved enough to fully see Simon, to make Ghost into Simon again, had somehow escaped and was at his base, the base no one was supposed to know about. Things weren’t adding up. 

He drove onto base and got out, not remembering a mask, not even thinking about a goddamn mask. 

He walked past a confused Soap and Gaz, ignoring them gaping at them as he walked to Price’s office, knocking before he entered. In one of the chairs, a heavily beaten up and bruised (Y/N) sat and Price, with a dark look in his eyes, was sitting behind his desk. “I will let you talk.” Price said and left. 

Simon sat down and looked to (Y/N) who refused to meet his gaze. “What happened?” Simon asked. 

(Y/N) winced before looking ahead. “4 years ago I was in a skiing accident that left me paralysed in both my legs, it took me a year and experimental surgery to get feeling back in them though one is permanently broken.” (Y/N) began.

“Yes I know this..” Simon said. 

“It wasn’t hobby skiing. I was a soldier in a mission I can’t tell anyone about, not even my most trusted person, 2 teams of 20 people each, including a team of 3 were dispatched to take out a base of enemies that were holding high value targets.” (Y/N) didn’t look at Ghost. “Out of the 43 people, 10 of us made it out alive, the place was rigged with trap after trap, I was amongst the many injured on the way back, we successfully managed to get 4 out of 6 hostages with us.” 

“You were forced to retire.” Simon said and looked away. “Were you reckless?” 

(Y/N) shook his head. “No, I wasn’t, we were safe as we could be, yet I was paralysed, nearly died.” (Y/N) sighed. “I am sorry Si, for never saying this or telling you anything but I couldn’t, sure I could talk bootcamp and my various deployments but after I got onto a task force every single mission became confidential, much like your missions and then with my forced retirement, it just wasn’t something I looked back on with you. I lost a lot of good friends that week, a lot of really close allies. I had been out for a year and a half before we even met.” 

Simon looked away. “Was anything else right? Or has everything been a lie?” 

“You met my actual family, my mother does love you and even they don’t know much about my work, hell, they think after bootcamp and my deployments that I enlisted in a private security company in austria and on my off day, I got into an accident.” He said. “Except my cousin, she knows the truth because of her work.” 

“Right, the medic, understandable…” Simon said and looked to the man he once trusted above all else. Someone who had promised to be there for him always, no matter what. His whole perception of the man had been a lie. “You made me teach you self defence.” Simon mused. 

(Y/N) chuckled. “Yeah… that day is among my fondest, you wanting me to be able to protect myself with you away, it did actually help last night.” (Y/N) said. “I wouldn’t have gotten out this lucky if it wasn’t for it… I am sorry for lying, Simon but you must understand, I didn’t have much of a choice.” 

Simon took his hand and gave him a small smile. “For better or for worse.” 

(Y/N) leaned over and kissed Simon's cheek. “Your captain is a real scary man.” He said and chuckled. “Laswell had to clear me for him, she found my discharge papers.” 

“Hmm, honourable discharge with a file that is mostly redacted.” Simon said. “Sounds like my future file.” 

“Well I do like the sound of that, planning for a future with me, eh?” (Y/N) said. 

Simon smiled a bit more. “You are the only reason I want to grow old.” 

(Y/N)’s smile softened. “I love you too, Si.”

[novaursa]

Part 11

- Title: zōbrie ānogar

- Rating: Explicit (18+)

- Romance: (Aegon II/OFC)

- Warning: All flags are up for this work. Aegon is also a warning on his own.

- Summary: It was written by Archmaester Gyldayn that on the day Princess Vaella Targaryen was born she was supposed to die. Until she fed upon her twin, Baelon. And when she turned one and five, she sought her end in the lair of Cannibal, in Dragonmont. But instead of feasting upon her, the dragon wept with her. And Archmaester had written a lengthy thesis on how wild dragon recognized a kindred soul in the Princess, as they both dined on their kin.

- Word count: 9 000+

- Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, Final

Baelor Targaryen, the eldest son of Aegon and Vaella, sat in his chamber, a picture book open on his lap. His fingers traced the lines of drawings of dragons, but his mind was elsewhere. The deep scar running from his mouth to his ear, a reminder of the night his baby brother Aeron died, ached faintly in the autumn chill.

His sister, Daena, played quietly nearby with her dolls, her bright eyes occasionally darting to Baelor, as if seeking reassurance. The bond between them was strong, forged through shared sorrow and the fierce love of their parents.

A knock at the door drew Baelor's attention. He looked up as the door opened to reveal Queen Dowager Alicent, their grandmother. Her expression was a mix of warmth and concern as she entered the room.

"Grandmother," Baelor greeted, standing up and offering a respectful bow.

Alicent smiled gently, her eyes softening as she looked at her grandchildren. "Baelor, Daena, I thought I would come and see how you are both doing."

Daena looked up from her dolls, her face lighting up. "Grandmother! Come, sit with us."

Alicent moved to sit beside Daena, her hand resting gently on the child's head. "How are you both faring? These are difficult times for all of us."

Baelor closed his book, his expression serious beyond his years. "We are well, Grandmother. Mother and Father have taught us to be strong."

Alicent nodded, her eyes filled with pride and a touch of sorrow. "You are both very brave. Your mother is doing everything she can to keep the people safe, and your father is fighting to protect our family."

Daena looked up at her grandmother, her voice small but clear. "Do you think Father will come back soon?"

Alicent's gaze shifted to Baelor, who watched her with keen eyes. She took a deep breath, choosing her words carefully. "Your father is a brave man, Daena. He will do everything in his power to return to us. We must have faith in him and your Uncle Aemond."

Baelor nodded, his expression determined. "Father will come back. He promised."

Alicent placed a hand on Baelor's shoulder, her touch comforting. "Yes, he did. And we must be strong for him, just as he is strong for us."

The room fell into a comfortable silence as Alicent spent time with her grandchildren, sharing stories and offering reassurance. The bond between them was a source of strength in these trying times.

After a while, Alicent rose to leave, her expression thoughtful. "Baelor, Daena, remember that you are both loved very much. If you need anything, do not hesitate to come to me."

Baelor nodded, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Grandmother. We will."

As Alicent left, Baelor turned to his sister, offering her a reassuring smile. "Father will come back, Daena. And until then, we must be strong for Mother."

Daena nodded, her small hand reaching for Baelor's. "I know, Baelor. We will be strong together."

…

As the evening shadows lengthened, Vaella Targaryen found herself alone in her chambers, the weight of her responsibilities momentarily lifted. She sat by the window, looking out over the city of King’s Landing, her mind wandering back to a simpler time. She smiled as a particular memory from her youth surfaced, a moment of both embarrassment and amusement that she shared with Aegon not long after their marriage.

It was a warm summer evening in the Red Keep, the air filled with the scent of blooming flowers and the distant sound of laughter from the gardens below. Aegon and Vaella, newlyweds and deeply in love, had stolen away from a formal dinner to find a quiet corner where they could be alone.

They found themselves in one of the lesser-used corridors of the castle, the flickering torchlight casting playful shadows on the stone walls. Aegon, his eyes filled with mischief, pulled Vaella into an alcove hidden behind a tapestry. 

"Aegon, we shouldn't," Vaella whispered, though her protest was half-hearted. Her cheeks flushed with both excitement and apprehension.

Aegon grinned, his hands sliding around her waist to pull her close. "Why not? We're married, after all. Let them scold us if they must."

Vaella laughed softly, her hands resting on his chest. "You're incorrigible."

"And you love it," Aegon replied, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss.

Their kisses grew more fervent, their hands exploring and caressing with the familiarity and eagerness of young lovers. The world outside their alcove faded away, leaving only the two of them in their stolen moment of intimacy.

But their secret tryst was not to remain secret for long. A sudden noise made them freeze, and they looked up to see a servant boy, his eyes wide with shock and a tray of wine goblets clattering to the floor.

The boy stammered, his face pale. "Your Grace... Your Highness... I—I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—"

Aegon sighed, releasing Vaella reluctantly. "It's alright. Just—just go and pretend you saw nothing."

The boy nodded frantically and bolted down the corridor, leaving the broken goblets behind. Vaella bit her lip to suppress a giggle, but their reprieve was short-lived. Moments later, the unmistakable sound of footsteps approached, and the tapestry was pulled aside to reveal King Viserys and Queen Alicent, their faces a mixture of surprise and disapproval.

"Aegon! Vaella!" Viserys's voice was stern, his brow furrowed in displeasure. "What is the meaning of this?"

Alicent's eyes flashed with anger. "This is highly inappropriate behavior for a prince and princess. Have you no shame?"

Aegon stepped forward, his expression contrite but his eyes still twinkling with amusement. "Father, Mother, we were just... enjoying some time alone."

Viserys crossed his arms, his gaze hard. "There are proper places for such things. This is not one of them. You are to behave with the decorum befitting your stations."

Vaella felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment, but she could see the humor in Aegon's eyes. "Yes, Father. We apologize."

Alicent shook her head, her voice sharp. "You are setting a poor example. This behavior must not continue."

The scolding continued for a few more minutes, and Aegon and Vaella stood side by side, heads bowed in contrition. But as soon as they were alone again, they couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Did you see their faces?" Aegon said, his laughter echoing in the empty corridor. "I've never seen Mother so angry."

Vaella giggled, leaning into him. "We really should be more careful. But it was worth it."

Aegon wrapped his arms around her, his laughter subsiding into a warm smile. "Every moment with you is worth it, Vaella. Even if it means getting scolded by our parents."

Vaella smiled at the memory, the warmth of that evening still lingering in her heart. Despite the scolding, despite the embarrassment, it was a moment that solidified their bond. They had faced the disapproval of their parents together and emerged stronger for it.

As she sat by the window, the weight of the present lifted slightly by the memory of their youthful indiscretion, Vaella felt a rasing sense of strength. Aegon was out there, fighting for their family and their kingdom. And she was here, ensuring the loyalty and well-being of their people.

With a sigh, she stood and moved to her desk, her mind returning to the tasks at hand. The memory of that summer evening was a reminder of their love and resilience, a beacon of hope in these challenging times.

…

As the evening deepened, the Red Keep grew quieter. Vaella paced her chambers, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. She tried to focus on the tasks ahead, but her thoughts kept drifting back to the promise of the Grand Maester’s visit. The possibility of being with child again brought a mixture of hope and fear that she struggled to contain.

A soft knock at the door interrupted her reverie. She took a deep breath and called out, "Enter."

Grand Maester Orwyle stepped into the room, carrying his leather satchel filled with medical supplies. His expression was calm and reassuring as he approached her. "Your Grace, are you ready for the examination?"

Vaella nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. "Yes, Grand Maester. Please, let us proceed."

Orwyle guided her to sit on the edge of the bed, his hands gentle and practiced. He began his examination, his touch professional and careful. Vaella closed her eyes, trying to steady her breathing as the Maester conducted his assessment.

After what felt like an eternity, Orwyle stepped back, his expression thoughtful. "Your Grace, I believe you are indeed with child."

Vaella felt a rush of emotions, a powerful cocktail of love, renewed grief for her lost son Aeron, and joy for this new living proof of her and Aegon's bond. Tears welled in her eyes, and she took a deep breath to steady herself.

"Thank you, Grand Maester," she said softly, her voice trembling slightly. "Please, I ask for your discretion in this matter. I wish to tell Aegon first, after he returns from Rook's Rest."

Orwyle bowed his head respectfully. "Of course, Your Grace. You have my word. I will tell no one."

Vaella nodded, grateful for his understanding. "Thank you. You may go now."

As the Grand Maester left, Vaella remained seated on the edge of the bed, her hands resting on her abdomen. The reality of her situation settled over her, bringing with it a tumult of emotions.

She thought of Aegon, out there on the battlefield, fighting to secure their family's future. The thought of telling him the news filled her with both excitement and anxiety. Would he be overjoyed, as she hoped? Or would the weight of their ongoing struggles overshadow this new blessing?

Her mind drifted to Aeron, her lost son. The pain of his death was still fresh, a wound that had not yet healed. The memory of his tiny form, lifeless in her arms, brought tears to her eyes. How could she celebrate this new life while still mourning the one she had lost?

Vaella stood and walked to the window, looking out over the city. The lights of King's Landing twinkled below, a reminder of the people she had sworn to protect. She placed a hand on her abdomen, feeling the faint stirrings of new life within her.

"This child," she whispered to herself, "is a symbol of our love and our resilience. Aegon and I have faced so much together, and we will face this as well."

The thought of Aegon's reaction brought a small smile to her lips. She could imagine his joy, the way his eyes would light up at the news. He had always been her strength, her partner in everything. This child would be another testament to their bond, a new hope for their future.

But with that hope came fear. The realm was in turmoil, and the path ahead was fraught with danger. How could she ensure the safety of her unborn child in such uncertain times? The thought of losing another child was almost too much to bear.

Vaella took a deep breath, gathering her resolve. She would tell Aegon when he returned, and together they would face whatever came next. For now, she needed to remain strong, both for herself and for the people who depended on her.

As the night wore on, Vaella found herself unable to sleep. She sat by the window, watching the stars and thinking of the future. The emotions within her swirled and clashed, but she held onto the hope that this new life represented. It was a reminder of her love for Aegon, a symbol of their enduring bond.

In the quiet of her chambers, Vaella whispered a prayer to the old gods and the new, asking for strength and guidance. 

…

The morning sun cast long shadows as Vaella Targaryen led her children, Baelor and Daena, toward the imposing structure of the Dragonpit. The vast dome, scarred by years of dragonfire and the passage of time, loomed ahead, its iron gates a silent sentinel to the power within. Beside them walked a contingent of Dragonkeepers, their grim expressions mirroring Vaella's own mixed emotions.

Vaella glanced down at her children, their youthful faces filled with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. The decision to bring them here had tormented her for many moons, especially after the tragic loss of Aeron. But shielding them from their birthright, from the dragons that were part of their legacy, felt increasingly like a disservice. Today, they would attempt to bond with Auroxas and Glazhael, the two young dragons sired by Cannibal, who had hatched five years ago from Dreamfyre’s clutch and grown unruly despite their still unimpressive size.

"Stay close to me," Vaella said softly, her voice carrying a hint of steel. "Remember what we've discussed. Dragons are creatures of fire and blood, just like us, but they require respect and care."

Baelor, with his deep scar a constant reminder of the past, nodded solemnly. "Yes, Mother. We understand."

Daena, her bright eyes wide with excitement, echoed her brother's sentiment. "We'll be careful, Mother."

They passed the cavern where Helaena's twins' dragons resided, slumbering peacefully. The young dragons, too young for long flights and never ridden by their young riders, were left here while Helaena and her children were safely guarded in the Vale with Dreamfyre. The sight of the resting dragons gave Vaella a fleeting sense of peace before the task ahead brought her back to the present.

As they approached the deeper recesses of the Dragonpit, the air grew warmer, the scent of sulfur and ash thickening. The Dragonkeepers led the way, their torches casting flickering light on the rough stone walls. The sound of their footsteps echoed through the cavernous space, blending with the distant rumble of dragon growls.

"Stay calm," Vaella instructed, her own heart pounding. "Remember, they can sense your emotions."

The group arrived at the lair of Auroxas and Glazhael. The Dragonkeepers called out, their voices firm and authoritative. From above, the rumble of Cannibal's response shook the ground, a reminder of the primal power that lay within these ancient walls.

Vaella's grip tightened on her children's hands as the ground trembled beneath them. The air grew hotter, and a palpable sense of anticipation filled the cavern. Suddenly, the shadows shifted, and the two young dragons emerged from the darkness.

Auroxas was the first to appear, his scales a dark, almost black green with streaks of silver that glinted in the torchlight. His eyes, a piercing yellow, locked onto the group with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. His wings, though not fully grown, were impressive, spanning wide as he stretched and shook off the dust of his lair.

Following him, Glazhael emerged, her scales a lighter green with a bluish tint, reminiscent of her dam's formidable lineage. Her eyes, a striking blue, were equally intense, surveying the newcomers with a predatory gaze. She moved with a sinuous grace, her tail lashing behind her as she stepped forward.

The dragons' presence was formidable, their raw power and ferocity evident in every movement. Vaella took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment. She knelt beside her children, her voice steady despite the inner tumult.

"Baelor, Daena, these are Auroxas and Glazhael," she said, her eyes never leaving the dragons. "Remember to move slowly and with respect. Let them come to you."

Baelor, with a deep breath, extended his hand towards Auroxas' snout. The dragon's yellow eyes locked onto his, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. But as Baelor's hand neared Auroxas, the dragon let out a sudden, menacing growl. The ground beneath them vibrated with the force of the sound.

"Auroxas, easy," Baelor whispered, trying to remain calm. But Auroxas reared back, his wings flaring out as he snapped his jaws dangerously close to Baelor's hand.

At the same moment, Daena, who was approaching Glazhael, found herself in a similar situation. Glazhael's blue eyes narrowed, and with a swift, fluid motion, she lunged forward, her teeth bared in a snarl. Daena stumbled back, her face pale with fear.

"Baelor! Daena!" Vaella cried out, her voice filled with both fear and authority. She took a step forward, but the dragons moved to block her path, their aggressive stances preventing her from reaching her children.

The Dragonkeepers, who had been standing by, tried to intervene, but the dragons' unpredictable movements made it impossible for them to get close. The situation escalated rapidly as Auroxas and Glazhael's hostility grew. Vaella's heart raced, and her mind screamed with panic as she watched her children's lives hang in the balance.

"Stand down!" Vaella commanded in High Valyrian, her voice trembling. "Do not harm them!"

But the dragons did not heed her words. Auroxas's nostrils flared, and he exhaled a plume of smoke, signaling an imminent burst of fire. Glazhael's tail lashed out, creating a barrier between Daena and any would-be rescuers.

Vaella's scream of horror echoed through the cavern as Auroxas and Glazhael prepared to unleash their fury. Baelor and Daena, frozen with terror, could only watch as the dragons loomed over them, their jaws opening to release devastating flames.

Just as the first flicker of fire appeared in Auroxas's throat, a sudden and inexplicable change came over both dragons. Their aggressive postures softened, and their eyes, which had been filled with wild hostility, seemed to recognize something in the children before them.

Auroxas, instead of releasing his fire, lowered his head slowly, his yellow eyes softening. Baelor, still trembling, reached out again, and this time, Auroxas allowed the touch. The dragon's scales were warm and smooth under his hand, and a sense of calm began to replace the fear.

Simultaneously, Glazhael, who had been poised to strike, relaxed her stance. She sniffed at Daena, then nudged her gently with her snout. Daena, tears streaming down her face, managed to place a hand on Glazhael's head, feeling the connection that only a dragonrider could understand.

Vaella, who had been screaming in horror, felt her heart surge with relief and awe. The Dragonkeepers, equally stunned, watched in silence as the dragons submitted to the children, their aggressive nature subdued as quickly as it had erupted.

Baelor turned to his mother, his eyes wide with wonder. "Mother, they... they accepted us."

Daena, her voice shaking, added, "They stopped. They know us."

Vaella, tears of relief mingling with the lingering fear, approached her children slowly. "Baelor, Daena, you did it. You connected with them."

The dragons, now calm, allowed Vaella to approach. She placed a hand on Auroxas's flank, feeling the warmth and power beneath the scales. "Dragons are creatures of fire and blood," she said softly, her voice filled with emotion. "They test us, but they are also a part of us."

The Dragonkeepers exchanged glances of amazement. One of them, an older man with a scarred face, stepped forward. "Your Grace, I've never seen anything like this. The dragons... they sensed something in the children. Something powerful."

Vaella nodded, her eyes still on her children. "They are Targaryens. Dragons recognize their own."

As the tension in the cavern dissipated, Vaella gathered Baelor and Daena close. "You were brave, both of you. Today, you proved your strength and your bond with these dragons."

Baelor, his face still pale but filled with determination, looked up at his mother. "We will be strong, Mother. For you, and for Father."

Daena, clutching her mother's hand, nodded. "We will make you proud."

Vaella smiled, her heart swelling with pride and relief. "You already have. Today, you have taken your first steps towards becoming true dragonriders."

As they left the Dragonpit, the echoes of their encounter lingered in Vaella's mind. The dragons had tested her children, but they had also acknowledged them. It was a powerful reminder of the legacy they carried and the strength they possessed.

…

The carriage moved steadily through the bustling streets of King's Landing, the rhythmic clatter of the wheels a comforting sound to Vaella as she sat with Baelor and Daena. The events of the Dragonpit still lingered in her mind, but she pushed those thoughts aside for now. She needed to focus on the present and the well-being of her people.

As they approached the more crowded parts of the city, the sights and sounds of soldiers distributing aid came into view. Vaella watched intently as soldiers handed out coin, food, and medicine to the gathered smallfolk. The lines were long, but the people were patient, their faces a mix of relief and gratitude.

"Look, Mother," Baelor said, pointing out the window. "They're helping everyone."

Vaella nodded, her heart swelling with pride. "Yes, Baelor. This is what your father and I have promised to do. To take care of our people."

On an elevated platform, one of the commanders stood, shouting orders to maintain order as the rations were distributed. His voice carried over the crowd, commanding attention and respect.

"Form orderly lines! Everyone will receive their share!" he barked, his eyes scanning the crowd to ensure compliance. Then, his voice took on a different tone, one of proclamation and purpose. "This aid is provided by King Aegon and his Queen, Vaella! Remember who looks after you in these hard times!"

The crowd responded with cheers and shouts of approval, but the commander wasn't finished. "Condemn the false queen, Rhaenyra! It is she who starves you with her blockade of the Gullet! It is she who seeks to kill your children and cripple the kingdom she falsely claims to rule!"

A wave of angry murmurs swept through the crowd, the smallfolk's loyalty and frustrations directed squarely at Rhaenyra. "Aegon and Vaella! Long live the true king and queen!" they shouted back, their voices rising in unison.

"Rhaenyra the Cruel!" cursed an old woman, shaking her fist in the air. "She'll starve us all!"

A young man, holding a child in his arms, echoed the sentiment. "Down with the false queen! Praise King Aegon and Queen Vaella!"

As the carriage moved closer, the smallfolk began to notice the royal insignia. Whispers of recognition rippled through the crowd, and soon, all eyes were on the royal carriage.

"It's the Queen!" someone shouted, pointing towards the carriage.

Vaella met their gazes with a calm and composed expression, though her heart beat faster. She leaned out of the carriage window slightly, giving the crowd a clear view of her face. Baelor and Daena, sitting beside her, watched with wide eyes.

The commander on the platform raised his arm to quiet the crowd. "Behold your Queen, Vaella! She rides among you, ensuring your needs are met. Praise her, and curse the false queen who seeks to destroy us!"

The crowd erupted in cheers, their voices a mix of adoration for Vaella and vitriol for Rhaenyra. "Long live Queen Vaella!" they chanted. "Curse Rhaenyra the Cruel!"

Vaella raised her hand in acknowledgment, her voice strong as she addressed them. "People of King's Landing, we will not let you suffer. My husband and I are committed to your well-being. We will stand against those who seek to harm you and ensure that you have what you need to endure these hard times."

The crowd's cheers grew louder, their faith in their queen evident. Vaella felt a surge of determination. She would not let them down. She turned back to her children, who looked at her with pride and admiration.

"You see, Baelor, Daena," she said softly. "This is what it means to be a leader. To care for your people and earn their trust."

Baelor nodded solemnly. "We'll help them too, Mother. Just like you and Father."

Daena smiled, her eyes bright. "We'll make you proud, Mother."

Vaella's heart swelled with love for her children. "You already do, my loves. You already do."

As the carriage made its way through the streets of King's Landing, a horn blew, announcing the return of a dragon. Vaella's heart skipped a beat as she looked up to see Vhagar soaring over the city, her massive wings casting long shadows over the rooftops. The sight was both awe-inspiring and unsettling.

"Look, Mother! Vhagar!" Daena exclaimed, her eyes wide with excitement.

"Does that mean Father is back?" Baelor asked, hope lighting up his face.

Vaella forced a smile, though unease settled over her. She saw no sign of Sunfyre, which filled her with a sense of dread. But she pushed her worries aside, not wanting to dampen her children's spirits. "Perhaps it does," she said gently. "Let's wait and see."

The carriage continued its journey towards the Red Keep, the children's excitement growing with each passing moment. Vaella's heart remained heavy, but she maintained her composure for their sake.

…

The gates of King's Landing opened to admit the returning Green troops. Ser Criston Cole rode at the front, his armor gleaming in the afternoon sun. Behind him, a large carriage carried the severed head of Meleys, the traitor dragon, its eyes lifeless and its once-fearsome jaws now slack.

As they entered the city, the crowds gathered, drawn by the spectacle. Criston raised his sword high, his voice booming over the murmurs of the smallfolk. "Behold the head of the traitor dragon Meleys, slain by our valiant King Aegon! Let this be a reminder of his strength and our victory!"

The crowd erupted in cheers, though some faces showed a mix of awe and fear at the sight of the fallen dragon. On the battlements, Aemond watched the spectacle with a menacing glee, his one good eye glinting in the sunlight.

Alicent arrived, her face a mask of barely contained fury. She approached Aemond, her voice low and seething with anger. "What are you doing, Aemond?"

Aemond turned to her, a smile playing at his lips. "The people need to see our victory, Mother. The death of their families in the Dragonpit during Aegon's coronation is avenged by the king. This will bolster their spirits and remind them of our strength."

Alicent's eyes flashed with anger. "You fool! You've just shown them that dragons can be killed, and by extension, so can the crown. This spectacle undermines our power as much as it demonstrates it."

Aemond's smile faded slightly, though the defiance remained in his eyes. "The people need a show of strength, something to rally behind."

Alicent's voice grew colder. "And they will rally behind their king and queen, not the severed head of a dragon. Remove it at once. We do not need to sow more fear among our people. We need their loyalty and trust."

Aemond's jaw tightened, but he nodded. "As you command, Mother."

Alicent turned on her heel, her fury barely contained as she walked away. Aemond watched her go, his expression hardening. He gave a signal to the soldiers, and the head of Meleys was removed from the public eye, taken away to be disposed of discreetly.

…

Vaella stood at the gates of the Red Keep, her children by her side as the troops entered the courtyard. The sight of Criston Cole and the head of Meleys filled her with a mixture of relief and dread. She searched the faces of the returning soldiers, her heart aching for a glimpse of Aegon.

"Where is Father?" Daena asked, her voice tinged with worry.

Vaella placed a comforting hand on her daughter's shoulder. "He will be here soon, Daena. Let's go inside and wait for him."

As they made their way into the Keep, the weight of the day's events pressed heavily on Vaella's shoulders. The death of Meleys was a victory, but the absence of Sunfyre and Aegon filled her with a deep, unspoken fear.

…

The mood in the Red Keep was somber as a large makeshift wooden container was transported through the gates under the guise of a wagon carrying troops' weapons and equipment. The deception was necessary to ensure that the people did not see the true state of their king, to maintain the illusion of strength and control.

Alicent watched with a mixture of dread and disbelief as the container was carefully taken apart. Her heart pounded as the reality of her son's condition was revealed. Aegon lay inside, unconscious and gravely injured. His body was covered in burns, half of his flesh seared and raw. His left arm was melded with melted armor, and his hip was visibly dislocated. Broken ribs made his chest rise and fall with labored breaths.

The sight of her son in such a state made Alicent feel as if the ground had been cut from beneath her feet. Her breath caught in her throat, and she struggled to maintain her composure. She turned away, her mind racing with the task of finding Vaella and the children. They needed to be prepared for what awaited them.

She found Vaella with Baelor and Daena in one of the inner courtyards, the children playing under the watchful eyes of their mother and the servants. Vaella looked up as Alicent approached, her expression turning to one of concern as she saw the look on Alicent's face.

"Alicent, what is it?" Vaella asked, rising to her feet.

Alicent took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "Vaella, come with me. Aegon has arrived."

The children's faces lit up with excitement. "Father's back?" Daena asked, her eyes wide with joy.

Baelor's scarred face brightened with hope. "Can we see him?"

Alicent forced a sad smile, her heart breaking anew at the words she had to say. "You will see him later, after your mother takes care of him. Your father is very tired and needs to rest."

The children's faces fell, confusion and sadness replacing their excitement. Vaella knelt beside them, her own heart heavy with the unspoken truth. "Stay here with the servants, my loves. I'll go see Father and make sure he's alright."

Baelor nodded solemnly, understanding more than his years should allow. "Be careful, Mother."

Vaella kissed both her children on the forehead before standing and following Alicent. The walk to her and Aegon's chambers felt longer than ever, each step weighed down by dread.

As they entered the chambers, the sight that greeted Vaella made her stomach churn and her heart clench painfully. Aegon lay on the bed, his once-strong body ravaged by burns that covered half of his flesh. His hip was grotesquely dislocated, and his left arm was a horrific mess of melted metal and seared skin. His breathing was shallow and labored, his face pale and slick with sweat.

The Grand Maester and his staff worked diligently around him, treating his burns, carefully detaching the armor from his flesh, and adjusting his broken hip. The room was filled with the acrid smell of burnt flesh and the soft murmurs of the Maester giving instructions.

Vaella stood trembling, her eyes fixed on Aegon's battered form. Alicent moved to her side, her own grief and fear mirrored in Vaella's eyes. She reached out, taking Vaella's hand in hers, offering silent support.The Grand Maester looked up, his expression grave. "Your Grace, Queen Dowager, it is best if you leave now. We need to continue our work without distraction."

Vaella's grip on Alicent's hand tightened, her voice firm despite the tears in her eyes. "I am not going anywhere. This is my husband, my king. I will stay."

Alicent supported her, nodding at the Grand Maester. "Let her stay. She has the right to be here."

The Grand Maester hesitated but then nodded, understanding the depth of Vaella's resolve. "Very well, Your Grace. But please, try to remain out of the way."

Vaella nodded, her eyes never leaving Aegon. She watched as they worked, her heart breaking with every agonized movement of his body, every grimace of pain that crossed his unconscious face. The Maester's hands were gentle but firm as they treated the burns, carefully peeling away the melted armor and cleaning the wounds.

Alicent stood by Vaella's side, her presence a source of strength. "He will survive this," she said softly, though her own voice wavered. "He is strong, and he has you."

Vaella nodded, her resolve hardening. "Yes, he will. And I will be here for him, every step of the way."

The Grand Maester and his staff continued their work, the room filled with the sounds of hushed instructions and the soft clinking of medical instruments. Vaella stood by, her eyes locked on Aegon, her love and determination unwavering.

As the night wore on, Vaella remained by Aegon's side, a silent sentinel of hope and strength. She would not leave him, not now, not ever.

…

The flickering candlelight cast long shadows in the chambers where Vaella sat beside Aegon, her heart heavy with worry and love. Hours had passed since the Grand Maester and his assistants had begun treating Aegon's grievous wounds. Vaella refused to leave her husband's side, her hand gently resting on his uninjured arm as she watched over him.

Alicent, having stayed with Vaella for as long as she could, finally rose to leave. She placed a comforting hand on Vaella's shoulder. "You are stronger than you know, Vaella. Aegon is fortunate to have you."

Vaella nodded, her eyes never leaving Aegon. "Thank you, Alicent. I will do whatever it takes to help him recover."

With a final squeeze of Vaella's shoulder, Alicent left the chambers with Grand Maester Orwyle who left Aegon in capable hands of his healers. Alicent's heart was heavy with the knowledge of the difficulties that lay ahead. She made her way with Orwyle to the small council chamber, where tension hung thick in the air. The council members were gathered, their expressions a mix of concern and uncertainty.

Alicent took her seat, her mind still preoccupied with the sight of her son. Lord Tayland Lannister was the first to break the silence, his voice hesitant. "Will Queen Vaella not be joining us today?"

The others looked to Alicent as well, their dependence on Vaella's leadership evident. Alicent drew a deep breath, steadying herself. "The Queen will be unavailable for a while. She has insisted on being by the King's side at all times, overseeing his treatment."

Grand Maester Orwyle, who just adjusted in his seat, nodded in confirmation. "Her Majesty is determined to ensure the King receives the best care. She will be present for all treatments, under the watchful eyes of myself and the other healers."

Lord Jasper Wylde frowned, his brow furrowed in disapproval. "The Queen is needed more here, attending to the matters of the realm. We cannot afford for her to be distracted."

Aemond, who had been listening with a growing sense of irritation, slammed his hand on the table, the sound echoing through the chamber. "The Queen is where she needs to be, by my brother's side. This council will now refer all matters to me. I will act as Prince Regent."

The room fell silent, the shock of Aemond's declaration hanging in the air. Lord Jasper opened his mouth to protest, but Ser Criston Cole spoke up, his voice firm and supportive. "Prince Aemond is right. With the King incapacitated, we need strong leadership. And Otto from Oldtown has already reached out to the Triarchy and Dalton Greyjoy, Lord of the Iron Islands, to form an alliance. The blockade of the Gullet will be dealt with soon. Sunfyre survived as well, and he is being tended to in Rook's Rest until he is well enough to be moved."

Alicent looked around the table, seeing the reluctant acceptance in the eyes of the council members. She knew that Aemond's forceful leadership was necessary, even if it was not what she had hoped for. "Very well," she said, her voice steady. "Prince Aemond will act as Prince Regent. We must focus on the challenges ahead."

Aemond nodded, his expression resolute. "Thank you, Mother. We will ensure the realm remains strong and united."

The council members began discussing the pressing matters at hand, from the distribution of resources to the strategic alliances needed to break the blockade. Aemond took charge, his presence commanding and authoritative. 

Lord Tayland spoke up, his voice measured. "The alliance with the Triarchy and Dalton Greyjoy is crucial. Their naval power can help us regain control of the Gullet and restore our trade routes."

Aemond nodded. "We will solidify these alliances and ensure our naval forces are reinforced. The blockade must be lifted, and our people must be able to trade freely again."

Ser Criston Cole added, "We also need to address the morale of the smallfolk. The sight of the traitor dragon Meleys' head was a start, but we must continue to show them that we are in control and that their needs are being met."

Aemond's eyes gleamed with determination. "We will provide for the people and maintain order. Our strength lies in our unity and our ability to protect the realm. Let us move forward with resolve."

As the meeting continued, Alicent's thoughts returned to Vaella and Aegon. 

…

Back in the chambers, Vaella remained by Aegon's side, her heart aching as she watched the healers continue to work. One of them gently cleaned the burns, applying salves and carefully peeling away the melted armor. Each movement elicited a faint grimace of pain from Aegon, even in his unconscious state.

Vaella's hand trembled as she held his, her love and sorrow intertwining. "Stay with me, Aegon," she whispered, her voice breaking. "We need you. Our children need you."

The healer that cleaned Aegon’s burns looked up, his eyes filled with compassion. "Your Grace, we are doing everything we can. But the King's injuries are severe. His recovery will be long and difficult."

Vaella nodded, her resolve hardening. "I will be here for every moment of it. I will not leave his side."

As more hours passed, Vaella's vigil continued. She watched every movement of the healers, every application of ointment and adjustment of bandages. Her eyes never left Aegon's face, her love and determination unwavering.

When the healers finally asked Vaella again to leave and rest, Vaella's voice was firm and unyielding. "I am not going anywhere. This is my place, by his side."

One of them nodded, understanding the depth of Vaella's commitment. "Very well, Your Grace. But please, try to rest when you can. The King's recovery will require your strength as well."

Vaella nodded, her eyes never leaving Aegon. "I will. Thank you."

As the night wore on, Vaella remained by Aegon's side, a silent sentinel of hope and strength. She would not leave him, not now, not ever. Together, they would face this new challenge, and together, they would emerge stronger. For their children, for their people, and for each other.

…

It took days before Aegon regained consciousness, and in that time, Vaella had cried out all her tears. She had spent every waking moment by his side, watching over him, praying for his recovery. It was the middle of the night when Aegon finally opened his one good eye, the other swollen shut and covered in bandages. The excruciating pain coursing through his body reminded him of the battle, of the fire that had ravaged his flesh.

He blinked, disoriented, trying to take in his surroundings. He was back in their bedchamber, the familiar room dimly lit by a few remaining candles and the dying embers of a fire. The warmth of the chamber contrasted sharply with the cold ache in his bones.

Aegon felt a slight weight on his good arm and turned his head to see Vaella sleeping next to him, her face lined with exhaustion and worry. He felt a surge of affection and guilt, knowing the strain his condition had put on her. Summoning what little strength he had, he called out to her softly, his voice a strained whisper through the pain. "Vaella..."

Vaella stirred, her eyes fluttering open. For a moment, she seemed disoriented, but then her gaze focused on Aegon's face, and she realized he was awake. Her heart fluttered with a mix of joy and relief.

"Aegon," she breathed, tears welling up in her eyes. She sat up, gently placing a hand on his cheek. "You're awake. Thank the gods."

Aegon winced as a wave of pain hit him, but he managed a weak smile. "I... I'm here, Vaella."

Vaella leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead. "You've been unconscious for days. I was so worried."

Aegon swallowed, his throat dry and scratchy. "The pain... it's unbearable."

Vaella's eyes filled with sorrow. "I know, my love. The Grand Maester and the healers have done everything they can. You're strong, Aegon. You'll get through this."

Aegon closed his eyes for a moment, his mind clouded with the agony coursing through his body. "I... I dreamed of you. Of our children."

Vaella smiled softly, her fingers brushing through his hair. "They're safe. Baelor and Daena have been so brave. They can't wait to see you."

Aegon sighed, the effort of speaking taking its toll. "I... I missed you."

"I missed you too," Vaella whispered, her heart aching for him. "But now you're awake, and that's all that matters."

Aegon winced again, his face contorting with pain. "Vaella... it hurts so much."

Vaella's eyes filled with tears once more. "I know, my love. Let me find Grand Maester Orwyle. He can give you something for the pain."

Aegon's good hand grabbed her wrist, his grip surprisingly strong despite his weakened state. "No... please, don't leave me. Not now."

Vaella's heart broke at his plea, but she knew she had to get help. "I'll be back quickly, I promise. I just need to get the Maester."

Aegon's grip tightened, his voice desperate. "Vaella... don't go. Please."

Tears streamed down Vaella's cheeks as she gently pried his fingers from her wrist. "I will be back soon, Aegon. I promise you. I just need to make sure you're taken care of."

As she pulled away, Aegon's voice followed her, filled with pain and longing. "Vaella... don't leave me..."

Vaella hurried out of the chamber, her heart heavy with the sound of Aegon's moans and screams echoing behind her. She moved quickly through the dimly lit corridors of the Red Keep, her mind focused on finding Grand Maester Orwyle as soon as possible.

"Grand Maester Orwyle!" she called out, her voice urgent. "I need you!"

The Grand Maester appeared from one of the side chambers, his expression immediately concerned when he saw Vaella's tear-streaked face. "Your Grace, what is it?"

"Aegon is awake," Vaella said, her voice trembling. "He's in so much pain. Please, come quickly."

Orwyle nodded, gathering his supplies and following Vaella back to the bedchamber. As they hurried back, Vaella's mind was filled with a mix of relief and dread. Aegon was awake, but his suffering was far from over.

As they entered the chamber, the sound of Aegon's moans and cries filled the room. Vaella rushed to his side, taking his hand in hers. "I'm here, Aegon. The Grand Maester is here."

Orwyle quickly set to work, administering the milk of the poppy to ease Aegon's pain. Vaella watched, her heart breaking with every pained sound that escaped her husband's lips.

"Aegon," she whispered, her voice filled with love and sorrow. "I'm here. I won't leave you."

As the potion began to take effect, Aegon's cries softened, though the pain still etched deeply into his features. Vaella remained by his side, her presence a constant source of strength and comfort.

Together, they would face this ordeal, just as they had faced every challenge before. And with Vaella's unwavering love and support, Aegon would find the strength to endure, one painful moment at a time.

…

Vaella had spent sleepless nights agonizing over the right moment to let Baelor and Daena see their father. The thought of her children fearing Aegon, or him being too clouded by the milk of the poppy to recognize them, was almost too much to bear. But their confusion and constant cries for their father could not be ignored any longer. After speaking with Alicent, she decided that today would be the day they saw Aegon, an hour before his next dose of milk of the poppy, when he was most lucid.

The children were nervous as they approached the bedchamber, their small hands clutched tightly in Vaella's. Alicent walked beside them, offering soothing words of encouragement. Vaella's heart pounded in her chest as they neared the door, her mind racing with worries and hopes.

"Remember, he's still healing," Vaella whispered to Baelor and Daena. "But he's very happy to see you."

Baelor nodded solemnly, his scarred face showing a determination beyond his years. "We'll be brave, Mother."

Daena squeezed Vaella's hand, her eyes wide but filled with resolve. "We want to see Father."

Vaella pushed open the door, and they stepped inside. The room was dimly lit, with only a few candles and the soft light of dawn filtering through the window. Aegon lay on the bed, propped up by pillows, his face still pale but alert. He turned his head as they entered, a weak smile spreading across his lips.

"Baelor, Daena," he said, his voice rough but filled with warmth.

The children hesitated for a moment, but Vaella gently nudged them forward. They approached the bed, their eyes wide with a mix of wonder and concern. Baelor was the first to speak, his voice steady. "Father, we're here."

Aegon's smile widened, though the pain was still evident in his eyes. "I've missed you both so much."

Daena climbed up onto the bed, carefully avoiding his bandaged arm. She leaned in, her small hand resting on his chest. "We missed you too, Father."

Baelor stood by the side of the bed, his eyes locked onto Aegon's. "Mother said you're getting better."

Aegon nodded slowly. "I am. It's taking time, but I'm getting stronger every day."

Vaella watched from the side, her heart swelling with love and relief. Alicent stood beside her, a comforting presence as they observed the reunion.

"We have something to tell you, Father," Daena said, her voice filled with excitement.

Aegon's eyebrows raised slightly. "Oh? What is it?"

Baelor stepped forward, his face lighting up with pride. "We bonded with our dragons, Father. Auroxas and Glazhael. They accepted us."

Aegon's eyes widened with joy. "That's wonderful news! I'm so proud of both of you."

Daena nodded eagerly. "It was scary at first, but we did it. They know we're their riders now."

Aegon reached out his good hand, gently touching Baelor's shoulder. "You both have the heart of a true Targaryen. I'm so proud of you."

Vaella felt tears welling up in her eyes as she watched the interaction. She had been so afraid of this moment, but seeing the love and pride in Aegon's eyes melted her fears away.

Alicent leaned in, whispering to Vaella. "They needed this. And so did he."

Vaella nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Yes. They did."

Aegon looked up at Vaella, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you for bringing them to me."

Vaella smiled, her heart overflowing with emotion. "They needed to see you, Aegon. And you needed to see them."

The children continued to talk excitedly about their dragons, their voices filling the room with a warmth that had been absent for far too long. Aegon listened intently, his love for them evident in every expression.

As the hour drew to a close, Vaella knew it was time for Aegon to take his medicine. She gently touched Baelor's shoulder. "It's time for Father to rest now. We'll come back later."

Baelor nodded, though he looked reluctant to leave. "Okay, Mother."

Daena leaned in to kiss Aegon's cheek. "We love you, Father."

Aegon smiled, his eyes filled with tears. "I love you both, more than anything."

Vaella led the children out of the room, her heart feeling lighter than it had in days. As they walked back to their own chambers, Baelor looked up at her. "Father will get better, won't he, Mother?"

Vaella nodded, her voice filled with conviction. "Yes, Baelor. He will. We're all here for him."

As they reached their chambers, Alicent turned to Vaella, her eyes soft with understanding. "You've given them hope, Vaella. And that's something they needed more than anything."

Vaella smiled, her heart filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Alicent. For everything."

Alicent placed a hand on Vaella's shoulder. "We're family."

Vaella nodded, knowing that with the love and support of her family, they would overcome any obstacle. And Aegon, her beloved husband, would heal and return to them, stronger than ever.

…

The small council meeting was tense. The air was thick with unease as the members of the council gathered, each aware of the delicate balance they had to maintain. Aemond, who had taken on the role of Prince Regent in Aegon's absence, sat at the head of the table, his expression stern and unyielding.

Lord Tayland Lannister cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "I bring news from my twin brother, Lord Jason, who is leading our armies in the Riverlands. He requests your presence, Prince Aemond, and that of Vhagar. He refuses to move his forces for fear of Daemon and Caraxes at Harrenhal."

Aemond's face darkened, a flash of anger in his eyes. "He commands me like a dog. Does he not realize the importance of my presence here?"

Before anyone could respond, the doors to the council chamber opened, and Queen Vaella entered. The shock was palpable, and a stunned silence fell over the room. Vaella, who had been absent for so long, walked with a regal grace to her seat, her eyes sharp and determined.

"Your Grace," Aemond began, his voice tinged with surprise. "We did not expect you."

Vaella gave a small nod. "I felt it was time to rejoin the council discussions. I understand we are addressing the matter of Harrenhal."

The council members exchanged uneasy glances but nodded in agreement.

"We were discussing the plan to pin Daemon's forces at Harrenhal from two sides," Lord Tayland explained. "But my brother refuses to move without assurance of safety from Prince Aemond and Vhagar."

Vaella considered this for a moment before speaking. "I will answer Jason's call instead of Aemond."

A murmur of surprise rippled through the room. Aemond looked at her, his brow furrowing. "Vaella, without your dragon?"

"Cannibal will remain here to guard the capital," Vaella replied firmly. "We cannot afford to leave King's Landing vulnerable."

Lord Tayland objected immediately. "Your Grace, that is too dangerous. We cannot send you without proper protection."

The other members of the council echoed his concerns, their voices a mix of worry and disapproval.

Vaella held up a hand, silencing them. "Lord Tayland, do you think your brother would be offended if we sent a woman instead of a dragon?"

Tayland hesitated, his face reddening. "Well... he might see it as an insult."

"Good," Vaella said sharply. "Perhaps he needs a lesson in humility."

Lord Larys Strong, who had been silent until now, spoke up. "The Queen speaks wisely. We need the Riverlands lords alive and compliant, not burned corpses. Her presence could sway them in our favor."

Ser Criston Cole stood up, his expression resolute. "I will go with the Queen. My troops will ensure her safety."

The council members reluctantly agreed, and the discussions continued. Plans were laid out, strategies refined, and contingencies prepared. Vaella's determination and strategic insight impressed them all, even those who had initially objected.

As the meeting concluded, the council members began to file out, leaving Vaella and Alicent alone in the chamber. Alicent approached Vaella, her face filled with concern.

"Vaella," Alicent began softly. "Aegon will be inconsolable and crushed if you leave."

Vaella sighed, her eyes filled with sorrow and resolve. "I know, but I need to do something. We cannot sit idly by while Rhaenyra plans her next move. I must act before she strikes at our family again."

Alicent's eyes narrowed, her voice blunt. "Vaella, you are with child again. Have you told Aegon?"

Vaella looked away, her voice trembling slightly. "He doesn't need any more worries right now. He needs to rest and recover."

Alicent placed a hand on Vaella's shoulder, her grip firm and reassuring. "Be careful. This child needs you, and so does Aegon."

Vaella nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. "I will. Thank you, Alicent."

With a final look of understanding and support, Alicent left the chamber. Vaella stood alone, her heart heavy with the weight of her decisions. 

She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the journey ahead. Her mind was filled with thoughts of Aegon, their children, and the unborn child she carried. She would fight for them, and she would ensure their safety and future.

As she left the chamber, Vaella's resolve was unbreakable. She was a queen, a mother, and a warrior. And she would not falter in her duty to protect those she loved.

…

The dim light of dawn filtered through the heavy curtains of the bedchamber, casting a soft glow on the still form of King Aegon. The effects of the milk of the poppy were beginning to wear off, and with it, the excruciating pain began to seep back into his consciousness. As he stirred, he instinctively reached out for the comforting presence of his wife, Vaella, but found only an empty space.

Aegon's eyes fluttered open, and he looked around the room, disoriented and distressed. His gaze landed on his mother, Queen Dowager Alicent, who sat at the foot of his bed. Her face was lined with worry and fatigue, but she managed a gentle smile as he stirred.

"Mother," Aegon croaked, his voice hoarse. "Where is Vaella? Where is my wife?"

Alicent's heart ached at the desperation in his voice. She moved closer, her expression tender. "Aegon, Vaella had some important business to attend to. She will return as soon as she can."

Aegon's eyes narrowed, his mind clouded by pain and confusion. "I can't accept that. I need her here. Now."

Alicent reached out, placing a soothing hand on his arm. "Aegon, please understand. Vaella is doing what she must for the realm. She will come back to you."

But Aegon would not be placated. The pain was creeping back into his body, intensifying with each passing moment. He struggled to sit up, his movements slow and agonizing. "No, I won't accept it! Bring her back to me at once!"

Alicent tried to reason with him, her voice calm but firm. "Aegon, you need to rest. Vaella will return soon, I promise you. Please, just try to calm down."

But Aegon was beyond reasoning. His mind, murky with pain and desperation, refused to listen. He yelled again, his voice breaking. "Vaella! I need Vaella!"

Just then, the healer entered the room, carrying a new dose of milk of the poppy. He approached the bed, his expression concerned. "Your Grace, you need to take your medicine. It will help with the pain."

Aegon's eyes flashed with anger and suspicion. "No! I won't take it! You've all taken her away from me! Bring her back!"

Alicent's heart broke at her son's anguish. She moved closer, her voice gentle but insistent. "Aegon, please. Vaella will return once you take your medicine and rest. You need to heal."

Aegon looked at her, his eyes filled with desperation and fear. "Do you promise? Do you promise she'll come back?"

Alicent swallowed hard, knowing she was making a promise she couldn't be certain of. But she couldn't bear to see her son in such torment. "I promise, Aegon. She will come back. Please, take the medicine."

With a trembling hand, Aegon reached for the cup, his gaze never leaving his mother's face. He drank the bitter liquid, his expression one of resignation and hope. As the effects of the medicine began to take hold, his body relaxed, and his eyes grew heavy.

"Vaella," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Please come back."

Alicent watched as Aegon drifted back into a restless sleep, her heart heavy with worry and love. She prayed silently that Vaella would return soon, for Aegon's sake and for the sake of the realm.

As she sat by his bedside, watching over him, Alicent's thoughts were filled with the hope that Vaella's mission would be successful and that she would return safely. Until then, she would be here, by her son's side, offering what comfort she could.

The hours stretched on, and the weight of the kingdom's burdens pressed heavily on her shoulders. But for now, her focus was on Aegon, and the fragile promise she had made. She hoped, with all her heart, that Vaella would indeed come back to them, bringing the strength and unity they so desperately needed.

As the night deepened, Alicent remained vigilant, her thoughts a mix of fear and determination. She would hold onto hope.